His mother looked up from her sewing in surprise.
"What put that into your mind? I was thinking the same thing myself not a week ago; she has such a wonderful voice."
"It seems unjust to keep her from utilizing it for herself so far as an income is concerned and to deprive others of the pleasure of hearing her voice after it is trained. But, of course, she can't do it herself."
"I only wish I could do it for her." His mother spoke with great earnestness. "But even if I could help, there would be no use offering so long as she remains with Almeda."
"Perhaps not; anyway, I'm going down there now, and I shall do what I can to sound Aunt Meda on this point."
"Good luck!" she called after him. He turned, lifted his hat, and smiled back at her.
He found Mrs. Champney alone on the terrace; she was sitting under the ample awning that protected her from the sun but was open on all sides for air.
"All alone, Aunt Meda?" he inquired cheerfully, taking a seat beside her.
"Yes; when did you come?"